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So yay, as well as being officially diagnosed as suffering from clinical depression I now officially have an anxiety dissorder. Fun fun. I get to be like those people in the adds on tv who sit in their houses with the curtins drawn. Good stuff. My shrink wants me to join some creepy group therapy clinic place. sounds scary and depressing. I don't want to sit around and listen to angsty teenagers whine all day. Oh well, I suppose I'll try it out, can't really hurt. she also says I should move out, I suppose she's right, living at home is just kinda pathetic. God, the thought of getting an apartment is kinda terrifying, I guess that's the idea. I gotta get rid of this being scared of everything. Fuck, I don't know what i'm gonna do. i suppose i'll figure it out eventually.